The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

early morning.

Yang Guo emerged from the guest room in Sun Bu'er's courtyard, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Cheng Yaojia was already waiting at the door.

If you ask her why she doesn't go in...

That was because there was another woman watching her from behind.

It was her master, Sun Bu'er, who had been bothering her all night.

It seems that the master understands her disciple well. Fortunately, she had the foresight to stop Cheng Yaojia last night.

Otherwise, if these two were stuck together like that, they probably wouldn't have gotten out of bed by now.

When Cheng Yaojia saw her husband come out, she subconsciously straightened his collar and sleeves.

She asked tenderly, "Husband, did you not sleep well?"

Yang Guo nodded.

Yang Guo then asked Sun Bu'er, "Daoist Sun, when will this ceremony begin?"

Sun Bu'er said, "Chen Shi (7-9 AM)."

"Let's hurry, you're the main character, we can't be late."

Yang Guo nodded.

The three of them quickly entered the main hall.

Guests began to enter one after another.

"The great hero Guo Jing has arrived."

"Huang Rong, the leader of the Huang Clan, has arrived."

"..."

Yang Guo was puzzled. Why did they have to call out at regular intervals?

Didn't everyone see each other yesterday?

"The Black Goddess of the South China Sea has arrived... Master Wuse of Shaolin..."

Cheng Yaojia's eyes widened slightly at this moment: "Husband, look, who's next to Guo Jing?"

Yang Guo looked over and let out a soft exclamation. How had such a dirty thing gotten mixed in without him noticing?

This is not his ex-husband, Lu Guanying, who only had a nominal title.

"Jial, why is he here too?"

Cheng Yaojia shrugged.

"Thank you all for your presence!"

Ma Yu's words silenced the entire room, and everyone's conversation came to an abrupt halt.

"Respectfully inviting Patriarch Chongyang."

A portrait of Wang Chongyang is displayed high in the center of the main hall.

Ma Yu continued:

"The auspicious hour has arrived—the air is filled with the fragrance of incense, and the bells and drums resound in unison."

"We, Ma Yu of the Quanzhen Sect, together with our disciples Qiu Chuji, Liu Chuxuan, and others, respectfully invite Patriarch Chongyang to grace us with his presence!"

Today, there is a contemporary disciple of the Quanzhen School named Qingxu, who is inherently loyal and virtuous, and whose faith in the Dao is steadfast.

In the past, my master gave me a dream, and my uncle wrote it down, both saying that there was a Qingxu in the temple who should become my disciple.

Today, on behalf of our ancestral master, I respectfully accept his disciples as my disciples, to continue our lineage and promote our profound teachings.

Please—please—the—image—of—the—Ancestor—Master!

Proclaim the teachings of our ancestral master!

"Qingxu, step forward to receive instruction and kowtow to your revered teacher!"

Yang Guo was utterly dumbfounded; the Taoist priest's words were enough to spread rumors everywhere.

This name, Qingxu, has never been uttered by anyone else, yet you've played with it over and over again.

Yang Guo knew that this was not the time to let his mind wander.

He stepped out.

The young man wore a plain white Taoist robe with a black ribbon loosely tied around his waist.

Yang Guo pushed his unparalleled martial arts to its limit, his body exuding a profound aura, like a deep pool reflecting the moon, untouched by dust, as if even light and shadow were deeply embedded within him.

Besides his otherworldly air and unbelievably handsome appearance, what was even more astonishing was the change in his aura.

Yang Guo's temperament is like a deep pool; to the angry, it is like the rising sun; to the sorrowful, it is like the bright moon shining on the river; to the thoughtful, it is like the vast starry sky; and to the joyful, it is like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain.

As the saying goes: When all beings see me, it is as if they see the heavens.

Yang Guo stepped forward slowly, his robes fluttering and his black sash dancing lightly at his waist.

Wherever he walked, dust parted and light and shadow paused, as if even the energy of heaven and earth flowed slowly with his steps. The feeling of being perfectly integrated with nature was so profound.

Everyone stared at the young man who stepped forward.

A thought suddenly occurred to me: If there is a Tao, then I am the Tao.

Without the Quanzhen Sect needing to offer any further explanation, everyone knew at a glance that this young man belonged to the Dao.

"Qingxu, bow, and formally become my disciple."

Yang Guo looked up at the portrait hanging in the center.

"I object!"

coming.

Yang Guo was waiting for someone to object.

Let him see which lone hero is all that!

Is it the Golden Wheel Monk? Guo Jing? Or Lu Guanying? Or perhaps the mysterious black-clad nun?

Yang Guo stared in astonishment at Huang Rong, who had stepped out of the line.

I was speechless.

Did we not communicate clearly yesterday?

Or is the communication not deep enough?

What are you doing out here?

The young man's handsome face displayed a rather interesting expression.

Huang Rong didn't care what Yang Guo was thinking.

She was simply opposing it.

"Senior Ma, Senior Chongyang has long since passed away, and Brother Zhou has also been missing. I wonder what abilities this young man has to shoulder this heavy responsibility."

Everyone knows the significance of Wang Chongyang's junior disciple status. He is much older than the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and it can be said that he will be the most senior member of the Quanzhen Sect in the future, which is tantamount to pushing Yang Guo to the forefront of the Quanzhen Sect.

Most importantly, this move by the Quanzhen Sect may arouse the suspicion of the Mongols.

The Golden Wheel knew of Yang Guo's existence long ago.

No matter what, they did not want such a talented young man to appear in the Quanzhen Sect.

"Furthermore, Yang Guo is a descendant of Yang Tiexin. Now that he has joined Taoism, what will happen if the Yang family line ends? Are we to let a young man spend his life with only a lamp and a hermit?"

Yang Guo looked at her quietly.

Ma Yu replied as if he had expected this: "My master once said that we cultivators should engage in worldly cultivation. As for us, our qualifications and virtues are limited."

"Pure emptiness is entering the religion, and pure emptiness is entering the world."

"But Qingxu is not enough."

"Qingxu is simply Qingxu."

"As for who Yang Guo is? He will become Qingxu when he does."

The crowd erupted in uproar.

What nonsense are you spouting, you old Taoist priest?

Yang Guo already knew about this.

He knew this when Sun Bu'er and Liu Chuxuan told him that he had joined the sect through Qingxu.

The Quanzhen School intends to recreate its former glory; they seek change.

They wished to follow the path of the patriarchs, but unfortunately, no one had the determination and courage to do so.

Perhaps they do, but perhaps they don't have the capability.

In fact, Liu Chuxuan had already pointed out the key point: the one in power has never been the sect leader, and it still isn't now.

Whenever Zhou Botong wanted to, his words were always the first priority.

Therefore, they never cared about what would happen to the third and fourth generation disciples, as long as Yang Guo stood firm.

Whether he is Yang Guo or Qingxu, no one will care.

Unfortunately, some people care, just like Huang Rong.

She needs to hear the Quanzhen Sect members say it themselves to feel at ease.

Small-minded men may not care about these things, but sometimes rules and regulations can really crush a lot of people.

She didn't want her young man to become an enemy of the world because of this.

She knew that he could never be bound by anything.

Since the Quanzhen Sect already knew, she didn't need to say anything more.

Of course, there are other people who care.

And what they care about are other people's affairs.

Guo Jing stepped forward.

"In the past, the Central Divine had lofty aspirations, dedicating himself to the country and its people. The Quanzhen Sect has carried on this aspiration to this day, and Guo Jing, having received instruction from Senior Ma in his youth, can still be considered a half-disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, having also reached this point with this aspiration. Now, we also wish to seize this opportunity to gain the support of the Quanzhen Sect to help us defend our country."

Yang Guo looked at Guo Jing as if he were a fool.

Didn't you see how angry the Quanzhen sect members looked?

Should we continue?

With your high status, will other sects agree?

"We are willing to lend Brother Guo a helping hand."

Lu Guanying stood up in support.

"My elder brother serves the country and its people, so he naturally deserves our help."

However, no one from the Quanzhen School or Shaolin School responded.

The same applies to Chief Huang of the Beggars' Sect.

As for the other extraordinary individuals, they mostly remained silent.

Guo Jing was quite displeased by the awkward silence.